That bastard. That utter bastard. My face is melting off, constantly and his chemical keeps me alive by healing away the damage but the DAMAGE DOES NOT GO it just PERSISTS and it burns so much and dear gods it will never stop and I am going insane here and the nukes still fall and the people hate me but have no choice but to make tanks and the cities are mostly destroyed and the world has flooded several times and I am tired of immortality.

Geran Alaine, that bastard, dead now, as are everyone else.

Day 595604

HAH HA HAAA. HIS DAUGHTER TOO. MINE. HAH. HA HAAA HAAAA.

Day 620315

War is not a good thing. For basically forever, we have been at war. I have tried to lead us well. I would like to think I succeeded. I know I did not. Our country is shattered. Their countries are shattered. This world is ruined. Humanity has nigh destroyed that which keeps her alive. I just want it over now. All the pain, the agony.

I have watched generations live and die. Seen millions die for a cause they do not fully understand, fighting the war of their long deceased forefathers.

The constant pain of my melting face is an ever present reminder of the pain caused by my war. All their pain however fades away almost instantly.

Mine will go on though. Forever and a day. Dear gods I should never have nodded my head that day.

Day 756679

It is over. The war is over. I am so tired of living. But I have no choice. Damn.